“And I wish to continue filling this night with marvels for you, fair Lily.” Col said huskily. A wave of her scent reached him, a blend of nighttime blossoms and arousal. There was an addition—his own scent had come forth. One that he had not emitted before. It spoke of possession, of ownership, of marking. It had to be, he realized, an initial step in mate-bonding.
The air between them suddenly was charged.
Her breath hitched as his hand glided down her side. He pressed his arousal against her, and she moaned softly. He bent down to take possession of her mouth, and she arced into his kiss, welcoming him in as she spread her fingers across the broad expanse of his back.
They met together frantically, as if the night’s revelation had brought them to a more urgent need to connect, on every level. He, to revel in the freeing knowledge that she accepted him, his true nature, and the reality of his past. And perhaps for her, it was as she had told him. That it was only Col who had ever brought her pleasure, who had ever worshipped her as he was compelled to do. As he was doing now.
Her dress and undergarments had been discarded, and he was now suckling at one rosy peak, her hands pulling at his muscles, as she tensed with pleasure. Her soft panting and moans were letting him know that his hand had reached the liquid heat of her sex, and as he moved his fingers into the very core of her, she rolled her hips, before he felt her release.
She screamed his name into the nighttime air as she pulsed around him. He tasted her nectar on his hands, as honeyed and sweet as he had remembered. He would never tire of its flavor.
He plied his fingertips over her skin, enjoying the aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through her. When they had dissipated, she looked up at him through heavy lidded eyes.
“Col.” She said his name again, languidly, and begged him to enter her. He was over her, careful not to crush her with his much larger bulk, and the blunt tip of his sex was at her entrance.
“Col,” she said again, with more urgency. It was a command that he readily obeyed, driving in with great force as they both inhaled sharply at once. They moved together in an ancient rhythm, his harsh breaths matching the rolling of his hips, the pounding of his blood, the tight sheath that claimed his spear, until he felt the pulsing of her release. With a mighty roar, he emptied into her, holding tightly onto her as if he would never let her go.
“Col,” she breathed.
Mine,he thought, and he kissed her tenderly.
